WALL STREET, starring Michael Douglas and Shia Labeouf

I liked this movie from the very beginning, through the middle, and all the way to the end. It has two layers: the solid concrete story–the massive buildings, the  jewelry, the money, the money, the money–overlaying the soft, tender story of aching longing for love; for real, satisfying, lifelong human relationship. Happily, the movie comes to the correct conclusion about what’s important, and even more happily, the principals don’t have to eke out a living on some Iowa farm when the dust settles. They still have barrels of money and they still get to live in Manhattan.  Win-win.

The actors are all at the top of the game, and if there’s a weak link here, I don’t know who it is. It certainly isn’t Susan Sarandon, who is a slam-dunk as Jake’s mother, a real estate agent who deludes herself that the freight train of the oncoming housing meltdown does not have her name on it. (Great line: “Defending your father is like defending smallpox.”) Michael Douglas as Gordon Gekko is great, although you can’t quite forget that this man is battling stage 4 throat cancer: this adds a poignancy to the picture it would not otherwise have.  It’s a brilliant performance, and I am sure Oscar is watching.

Shia Labeouf as Jacob (Jake) Moore is a joy to watch. If every man emoted like this man does, there would be no divorce in America: “I miss you like crazy. I love you, Baby.” With what appear to be actual tears and a truly broken heart. You can’t blame Winnie for breaking his heart. He broke hers first. Carey Mulligan is fantastic as the understated quiet woman who knows what she needs and that this isn’t it. She doesn’t rage. She doesn’t weep. Importantly, she forgives. 

There is a vast amount of money in this movie. Starting with the city-scapes of the billion-dollar NYC office buildings,  into Jake’s six-million-dollar Manhattan apartment with his many computers and floor-to-ceiling windows, through the richly-decorated investment bank board rooms hung with priceless art, into the charity fundraiser peopled by gorgeous women dressed in jewel-toned satin and dripping with diamonds. It is luscious to see beautiful people in opulent settings.

Gordon Gekko (Douglas)  has been released from federal prison where he spent 8 years for financial shenanigans. His daughter Winnie is dating Jake who works for a big-time Wall Street firm that’s up to its eyeballs in toxic paper.  Stocks tank on innuendo and rumor, firms crumble, a bankrupt who was yesterday a gazillionaire gives up.  I felt guilty.

First of all, because I had brought in Sam’s Club water instead of buying $4 movie-theater water, and secondly because during the Crash of ’08, I sat on my self-righteous bottom in my unmortgaged rental and thought–“Wow, too bad for all those people who are losing money! What’s for dinner?” with nary a thought that real people were really suffering. Were really afraid.

In the fiscal disaster of ’08, Jake  plays hardball for love of his former boss, collapses into the arms of his arch enemy, the overly-tanned and delightfully corrupt Josh Brolin, then tells him where to put his Ducati.  He then turns to the just-released Gekko for financial advice, not understanding quite so well that people are who they are, minus massive spiritual reformation. Sadly, as we learn, prison hasn’t done the trick for Gekko. It will take something more personal…something more valuable than money to get him to understand what counts.

There lies the tale of Gekko desperately trying to re-acquire his daughter who blames him for everything and with good cause. He loves Winnie, but he loves the Money Game more. Winnie loves Jake, but she loves her integrity more. What price money? What price love? 

The soundtrack is not just background music conspiring with the photography to grab you emotionally. Rather, it’s a collection of songs fit perfectly with action, propelling the plot. I enjoyed the music-as-almost-narration immensely. I may even purchase the CD.

Love, happily, conquers all. Don’t  leave when the credits begin to run or you’ll miss a lovely ending. I was not an Oliver Stone fan or a Michael Douglas fan when I entered the theater. Different story now. These guys put together a beautiful work of art. Go see it.

(moral/spiritual issues: unmarried couple kissing in bed once; unmarried woman becomes pregnant;  the Lord’s name is taken in vain a few times by people who worship money and are under enormous stress. There are a couple of interesting statements about evolution: “We don’t understand how it happened, but it did.” Wow, there’s scientific method for you, but that’s a different topic.)

THE TOWN, starring Ben Affleck

Here’s the thing: If a movie ends with the finding of buried money and a lingering shot of the protagonist on a boat at the shore,  you know it has already been done better in Shawshank Redemption. One of the main problems with The Town is that the protagonist–unlike the framed convict in Shawshank whose served 20  years undeservedly and yet honorably–is a mass murdering bank robber. Sure, he’s cute and nice to his girlfriend-of-the-moment, but folks, come on, he just shot up the ballpark parking garage, killing multiple uniformed officers while in the commission of a $3 million heist!

Lots of worthless guys are nice to their current girls. How else would they have girlfriends?

Adding to the nonsense, the current girlfriend–even though she realizes this is the creep who robbed her bank and terrified her out of her mind just weeks before–goes with the flow and takes the stolen money that is left buried for her! This is not comprehensible. “Oh, but she uses it for a good purpose–she renovates the Boys and Girls Club!” Are you kidding me? It’s okay to steal millions of dollars if only you have a nice community project in mind?

The other thing that can’t be overlooked is that last scene where Affleck’s character is staring out over the water…he’s in Florida. He doesn’t seem to have any clue that such a crime would lead to his picture  being in every post office in the USA, and wherever else Most Wanted Felons have their pictures hung. He’s staring off into the future as if he has one, as if you can murder multiple law enforcement officers and make off with millions of dollars and not have everyone from the FBI down to Dog the Bountyhunter on your tail. He doesn’t even change his hair-do, which, as we learned in Salt earlier this summer, is a must for all people hiding from the Law.

It must be hard to be Ben Affleck and have done your best work right off the bat (with the amazing Good Will Hunting), and it’s all donwhill from there, but there it is.

Short commentary because I saw this movie in Honolulu and am still a little too sunned and sandy to write long.  However, if you do plan to see a movie at Ward Center on Ala Moana Boulevard and you arrive very early, may I recommend the fire-grilled salmon at Dave and Busters?

THE AMERICAN, starring George Clooney

After being told that my reviews are too critical (“You don’t like anything!”), I wanted to like this film. Alas.  The American is more boring than can be described. There is little dialogue, none of it interesting; little emotion, none of it satisfying.  Scenery (Italian countryside) that should be glorious is muted and hazy.  Long shots of Mr. Clooney sitting, staring, driving, stretching, doing push-ups, etc., that fail to advance the plot, were yawn-inducing, to say the least.

Speaking of plot: the movie opens with Jack (later called Edward) in a cabin with a woman. A little while later, they take a walk. Two men try to kill him, we are not told why. He kills them. Then he kills the woman. We don’t know who she is.  Jack goes to Italy. He keeps calling someone who looks a lot like Scott Glenn but isn’t Scott Glenn. The Not-Scott-Glenn person tells him to go to a certain town. He does not go there, but goes somewhere else where he gets a dark apartment.  He meets a priest, or rather, the priest keeps bothering him until Jack gives in and talks with him, and good things too, as without Father Benedetto there would have been almost no talking in the whole movie.

Not-Scott gives him an assignment: Jack meets another woman who wants him to build a specialized weapon. The whole rest of the movie is about him finding parts for this gun and leaving it for her. We can tell right off that she’s going to kill him. She has lots of opportunities, and I wish she would have used one of the earlier ones, so we could have left sooner. 

There’s a prostitute. Long, gratuitous nude scene that is not interesting and does nothing for the plot, such as it is. 

In the end everyone dies but the prostitute (Clara), and she takes the money Jack was paid to build the weapon that would kill him. Painful to watch. Very forgettable. Weird butterfly motif throughout. (I wanted the White Witch to whip out her wand and zap ’em.)

So, we left this movie not knowing who Jack is or who he works for, why people are trying to kill him, why the Mossad-looking woman (who changes her hairstyle several times, but we can still recognize her!) wants to kill him, and why she goes to such weird lengths to have him make the weapon she will use on him. Husband-of-Mine said, “Let’s go home and watch Bourne. I have to get this one out of my head.” Agreed.

EAT PRAY LOVE, starring Julia Roberts

Were this movie not visually unappealing and painfully boring, I still could not have liked it even a little bit because my deeply-held Christian beliefs were offended at almost every moment.   A marriage breaks up over boredom and unshared dreams, a woman feels her validity is in whether she is loved by herself or by a man, she seeks peace in Hinduism and concludes that “God is in you As You.”   There is the old First Lie: “You can be as gods…” which never did anyone any good.  Ask Adam.

Religious concerns aside (of course they never can be set aside, and I would go so far as to say that Christians should not watch this film at all), there are other concerns which might make this film  unwatchable. It is not beautiful. Rome looks ugly. India looks worse, and even Bali (how did they do this?) is uninviting.  The close-ups of Ms. Roberts eating spaghetti: sucking it up, chewing off the little bits—caused my husband to say, “Ew, gross,” which if your husband says this while looking at Julia Roberts, something must be wrong. In discussing the casting of Ms. Roberts afterwards, we decided that although a younger woman might have been more attractive in the part, no one but a huge star like Ms. Roberts could have made this movie viable commercially.  She looks increasingly disheveled through the movie, which is to be expected. Who can look good when away from home for a whole year?

The film begins at a party where a baby is handed off to  Liz’s (Julia’s character) husband. The husband holds the baby out at arm’s length. This later seems odd when we learn that the husband is the one who wants children while Liz wants to travel. In a feat of strength not matched even in The Expendables, husband manages to hold the infant at arm’s length for so long that the baby falls asleep. I am not sure this is possible. That night, Liz prays to God for the first time, weeping for wisdom. God tells her to leave her husband. Deaf to hubby’s pleas that she stay (“I’m in love with you!” and “I choose you!”), she files for divorce. In a touching scene, the elevator closes between them while he hold his hand up to wave a last goodbye. He is still wearing his wedding ring. She doesn’t say sorry. She doesn’t say anything. When she later confesses that she wants his forgiveness, we wonder why she doesn’t call him up and ask for it. 

Immediately upon leaving her husband, she dives (her word) into an affair with a man who has the lead role in a play she has written. No happy times are shown, but suddenly we see them as people who always fight and simply don’t get along. She cries. He says, “You should stay because it’s easier to live with someone you don’t get along with than to break up.” She doesn’t agree. She decides to go away for a year to eat in Rome, pray in Calcutta, and love in Bali.

Rome: we see one-lane streets, ancient buildings, and a sweet landlady who tells her not to mind the scaffolding because it holds up the ceiling.  The landlady informs us in Italian (with subtitles) that a little water in the tub will wash all the parts that need to be washed, and that American girls only come to Italy for the food and the sex. We see several adults in their 30s who have nothing better to do than to eat spaghetti. There are shots of food, just food, and here’s something completely incredible: although I am a serious foodie, and although I was very hungry, the food shots didn’t appeal to me at all.  It just didn’t look all that good. Maybe she should have gone to Paris for the Food part.

Liz falls in with a girl from Norway who is in Rome for I-don’t-remember-why but can hurl a coffee order over the heads of Italian men all yelling at the same time.  The girl is having an affair with her Italian language teacher. Liz and the girl go out for pizza. Liz tells her to eat the whole pie because, “Men don’t care if you have a muffin top; they will sleep with you whether you are fat or not.” This fascinating revelation inspires the friend to eat a whole pizza. (A stick-thin Norwegian blonde thinks men won’t sleep with her if she has five extra pounds? What? A discussion of this idea alone would take pages.)  They decide to buy “fat pants” when they finish eating. Except they don’t–they stuff themselves into very little pants. In what is likely the Junior High moment of the whole movie, one lies down on the floor (presumably sucking in her fat gut) while the other attempts to zip up the “fat” jeans. 

They have a Thanksgiving dinner in a dimly-lit house in Rome at which an overweight man who may or may not have another purpose in the movie forgets to thaw the turkey. They have it for breakfast. They also thank God for their blessings. Mr. Language Teacher thanks God for giving him a lovely Norwegian girl to have an adulterous affair with. Liz declares herself to be the luckiest woman in the world–no one can tell why.

This round-the-table scene reminded me of another Julia Roberts round-the-table scene.  In Notting Hill, this scene is done better and much, much sweeter.

The India of Eat Pray Love is dirty. The ashram she lives in for four months is dark and sad. A sad 17-year-old girl is married against her will to a boy she thinks is repulsive. Liz tells the girl she has “dedicated her meditating to her” with hopes of happiness.  An unattractive older man calls Liz “Groceries” and gives her a lot of advice.  He is crass and unloveable. Memoirs should be more seriously edited when turned into film (note Julie/Julia as an example). We learn that an elephant has escaped it bonds and is roaming the streets. It appears and is docile. Liz pets it. Why?

In Bali, Liz visits Ketut, an old man who dispenses advice and tells the future. On an earlier visit he had told her she would lose all her money in the next “6 to 10 months.” However, she doesn’t. She has enough money to live for a year traveling all over the world. She is a writer, of course, but we never see her write anything but emails.  

By the time Liz got to Bali, I asked my husband if he was in physical pain. He said “not yet,” but I could see the glassiness, the desire to bolt from this boring, boring, boring movie.  Liz gets hit by a car driven by a smolderingly-dark Brazilian man of the right age with a week’s worth of beard who kisses his 19-year-old son on the lips and calls all children and pets “darling.” He is also very rich. He is still heartbroken over his divorce, but his son (now resigned to the kissing) takes one look at Liz and tells Dad, “Go ahead; it’s time.”   Of course we knew the moment we saw this man (before he collides with her) that he is The One. Liz has a torrid love affair with him, then decides she can’t commit to him because then she would lose her “balance,” so painstakingly learned.  Ketut assures her that “sometimes you have to lose your balance to be balanced.” Oh! That’s the ticket. Liz flings herself on the Brazilian-in-Bali and the credits roll.

Sadly, the movie ends with Liz in the same place she began. She has to be told by a man who is either 101 or 64 (he can’t remember) to go ahead and have her affair. She has yet to go home to New York to make peace with the people in her life, although she did write to them all and ask for enough money to buy a woman a house. They sent $18,000.  Brian wouldn’t stay for the credits, so we left. I have never known him to refuse to sit for the credits before. Ever.   I owed him one big-time for being one of only 2 men (among over 1oo women) who stayed til the end (a third man left half-way through). We went home to check on the kids and then immediately went out to see The Expendables. Two movies in one day: unheard of, but we had to get this one out of our minds.


Despicable is a very colorful movie full of interesting characters. Young children will love it. I didn’t.

First of all, those yellow minions are cute, but don’t seem to have any real purpose other than to get kids to like them so that parents will buy toy copies of them which will be dug out of the couch cushions before the year is up. The minions don’t have personality, they talk gibberish, and they make photocopies of their bottoms.

Secondly, the villain’s name is Gru and he has a thick Russian accent. Of course we know that the GRU is the Russian military spy organization, which distracted me and kept me wondering whether those so-called spies who were recently arrested were just clever marketing by the makers of the summer movies.

I have recently been reading quite a number of books in which the GRU is prominently mentioned, which is why this slapped me in the face. Perhaps others would not notice. Still,  I think we should be done with the old Cold War Evil-Empire thing by now. On the other hand, since having a turbaned Jihadist as someone trying to be the world greatest villain would be too scary, the Ruskies are going to have to take the parts.  We wouldn’t want to have an Evil Genius who looks like the people we are actually afraid of.  It would give the parents the heebie-jeebies, and cause children to ask really embarrassing questions like, “Well then, why don’t we go after the Saudis?” 

Sadly, Gru is not original. He is copy-catted from Goob in Meet the Robinsons, in that he is emotionally-starved, intent on making up for his abandonment, and has spaghetti-thin legs. While Goob stole inventions so he could ruin Lewis’s life, Gru steals inventions so he can become the worst villain ever.  He decides to steal the Shrink Ray owned by another villain whose name is Vector. Vector is the spoiled son of  the President of the Bank of Evil, “formerly known as Lehman Brothers,” which I laughed at, but which isn’t really funny. It is unclear why the BoE would want to fund Gru’s and Vector’s escapades at all–what can one do with the Great Pyramid, anyway? (In the movie, it is a gigantic yard decoration, making no money whatever for the BoE, who presumably financed its heist.)

Without the Shrink Ray, Gru will fall into the netherworld of evil has-beens, so he comes up with a despicable plot–to “adopt” three little girls, send them to Vector’s house to sell him cookies, and while they are inside, some of the cookies will be turn out to be  Robot Cookies, will scurry around and steal the Shrink Ray by remote control. The cookie-bots have little hats–again, like the evil Doris hats in Robinsons, although these hats are little blue Russian military hats, which caused me to actually groan out loud. (In a throw-away scene, Dr. Nefario–Gru’s in-house inventor of evil gadgets–misunderstands Gru and makes a set of boogie robots instead of cookie robots.  To be fair, others in the theater thought this was the funniest thing Hollywood has ever done. And, relying on body-inspired humor, the boogie-bots have boobs, which, again, others thought amusing.)

Once the Moon is his, Gru will have no more use for the girls and will return them to Miss Hattie’s orphanage which looks exactly like the orphanage in Robinsons, with the addition of Boxes of Shame.

The girls, however, are determined not to be sent back to the vile Miss Hattie who looks as though she was pumped up with a bicycle pump.  In fact, for reasons not clear they decide they love Gru and want him to be their Daddy. There is a very neat roller coaster scene, which I couldn’t actually watch fully because I am afraid of riding roller coasters, whether they are real or not.  We  learn that children will love you and want to stay with you forever if you take them on rides and blow up carnival attractions to get them stuffed animals, which might possibly be true, who knows?

Gru gets the Shrink Ray and steals the Moon. There is a teeny-tiny scene of a surfer losing the tide, which is  shame, because how great would it have been if the world had been in a tideless  turmoil, Gru had been declared the Winner in the Evil Contest and been  given everything he ever wanted….and then come into the bedroom to see the girls weeping because Mr. Moon wasn’t hanging in the sky so beautifully?  None of that happens, alas, and we don’t know what he intends to do with the Moon, or if anyone cares that he has it.

It turns out that the Shrink Ray’s powers are not permanent, so we are faced with the interesting idea that the Moon, as it grows back to its ordinary size, is also able to hurl itself back out of Earth orbit, pushed by the smallest amount of left-over rocket fuel. And, although we saw in a previous scene that a minion sent out of orbit will continue to float outward forever in the frictionlessness of space, the Moon knows exactly where to stop. 

Strangely, the movie is not funny at all. What laughs it gets are mostly potty humor.  And it’s slow.  And there are scenes that don’t advance the plot. I feel harsh here, but I felt worse at the movie saying, “Okay, can we get on with the plot advancement?” and wishing I had bought popcorn. I didn’t, because a self-respecting woman of my age cannot buy popcorn for a pre-lunch matinee.

Well, as expected, Gru ends up loving the girls and saving them from Certain Death at the hands of Vector.

The most unfulfilling part of the movie is that Gru–although he lovingly  incorporates the girls into his life, and even seemingly reconciles with his cruel mother–does not repent of being a bad guy. He doesn’t turn to a life of good deeds or even give back the things he had stolen before. The only reason he doesn’t have the Moon is that the Moon got too big and went back home.  For all this movie’s failings, had it come around to a fulfilling moral conclusion, I would have liked it.

Netflix: A Very Long Engagement (French)

A Very Long Engagement is an exquisite French-language movie for the adult audience.  It is available on Netflix as a Play-Now offering with English subtitles.

Immediately post-WWI, young Mathilde receives word that her fiance, Manet, has been killed. She is certain in her heart that he cannot be dead: “If he were dead, I would know it.”

Mathilde embarks on a painstaking, expensive, sometimes heart-breaking search to find out the truth about his death. Along the way, she uncovers the story of Manet’s last day in combat.

It turns out that Manet was one of a group of five French soldiers condemned to die for the treasonable acts of making themselves unfit for combat. The  film follows Mathilde’s discovery of what happened to each of the five men. Part-way through the movie, you will be surprised to see Jodie Foster. Ms. Foster plays a woman whose husband has begged her to be unfaithful to him. His logic is compelling.   

This is one of those movies where all the motivations are correct: everyone is doing what he would be doing in such a situation, and the reason for doing each thing is clearly articulated.   

Engagement shows war in its horror, love at its most enduring. It is populated with fascinating characters: a man with a wooden hand, a vengeful murderess, a fat-and-happy farmwife, a corrupt official. You meet men and women broken by war, impelled by self-sacrifice, impassioned for their homelands. Some are driven by hate, some by love.

The movie ends as it should:  poignantly. With hope.  

(Not for children: graphic war scenes, a couple of   love-making scenes)